Mr. Strong

"Wanna see what the inside of your skull looks like?"


Mr. Strong reaches an impossible 7 foot 8 inches. His skin is a scarred mass of gray and rotted looking skin. His arms are thicker than steering wheels and his long nailed hands are as large as hubcaps, more than capable than gripping and crushing basketballs, with his strong fingers wider than bratwursts. Mr. Strong is indeed a force to be reckoned with. His face though is, in a word, pretty. With soft cheeks, inviting brown eyes, and an innocent smile, his face would look more natural on the body of a adolescent girl than on an over seven foot tall monster.


Mr. Strong

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